FemxFem Celebrity One Shots (3)

Mrs. and Mrs. Smith

Lesbian version of Mr and Mrs Smith. Also the (~~~) are time skips and (***) are same day, but later hours. Hope you liked it, enjoy!

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Hearing the garage door open, Y/n closed her laptop and placed it back into her purse. She winced as she stood up, holding her side and hoping that her stitches didn't pop. "Love, I'm home."

"Oh good. Thought that was a ghost opening the garage door." She sarcastically replies, her wife rolling her eyes as she throws her keys into the key bowl.

"So sarcastic my love." Y/n chuckles, leaning up and pressing her lips against her wife's soft warm ones. Zendaya's hands rest of Y/n's waist, as they kiss. Her model looking wife gently squeezing at her hips, but the pain get to bad for Y/n, causing her to pull away and whimper. Zendaya pulls away, immediately filled with concern.

"What happened?" Y/n starts to pull away, waving her hand as she lets out a laugh.

"Cut the edge of the corner and got myself pretty good. Bad bruise." She shrugs her shoulders, before handing her wife her usual glass of red wine.

"Ooh, shall I kiss it and make it better?" Zendaya wiggles her eyes as she takes a drink, earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"I mean, you can, but it's fine baby girl. Your concern is touching." Zendaya rolls her eyes, but sends her wife a small smile.

After Y/n serves dinner, which Zendaya fucken loved, they both sat in the living room and watched tv for a while. Y/n was cuddled up to Zendaya, her head on her wife's chest as they watched a Disney movie together.

A ringing noise pierced through the air, Y/n letting out a small whine before moving from her warm and comfortable spot. She looked at the number popping up and quickly answered. "Hello?"

Zendaya watched her wife, okay, watched her ass 'cause wow, but watched as she walked around and moved her hands as she talked. "Why can't they handle it themselves? So. It's their company!" Y/n sighed before sitting down. She nodded and agreed silently, but rolled her eyes at Zendaya, who chuckled softly. "Fine, give me thirty minutes. Okay, bye."

"Gotta go?" Y/n nodded, laying her head in her wife's lap and closing her eyes.

"I just wanted to sleep. Stupid assholes." Zendaya chuckled, running her fingers through her wife's hair.

"Go take care of it, then when you get home, we can cuddle. Okay?" Y/n nodded and leaned up, pressing her lips against Zendaya's wine flavored lips.

"Sounds amazing." They send each other smiles, before Y/n quickly gets up and goes to change.

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"Mr. Wilson, you remember the rules don't you?" The young billionaire nods, gripping the chairs arms and looking up at the mistress in front of him. "Good boy." She praises. He blushes at the praise, the mistress chuckling as she watches his dick strain his pants.

She walks over to the table that's laid out with toys, taking the blindfold and paddle. The man eye's widen when he sees her take the paddle, wiggling in his seat already imagining his mistress using it on him. She chuckles, leaning forward and pressing her lips against his, giving the young man a soft kiss.